I salute the goddess of all, who is the Goddess of speech,
Who has a sweet voice similar to lisping of a parrot.
Who has a crown of hair similar to bevy of bees,
Who is a boat which helps us to cross the ocean of misery,
Who holds a Veena and a baby parrot in her hands,
And who is being saluted by deva maidens.

I salute the daughter of Mathanga, who shares half the body of Shiva,
Who is dark like the petal of the blue kuvalaya flowers,
Who has side long glance that protects earth,
And whose eye wins over the beauty of deer’s eyes,

I salute that goddess of purity,
Who is the soul of the greatness of he who wears the crescent,
Who has placed her very pretty lotus like hands
In the lotus like hands of Lakshmi and Saraswathi,
And who holds a lotus in both her hands.

I salute her who for the sake of devas caused trouble to asuras,
Who has a very pretty face like the cool moon,
Who has teeth which resembles a row of jasmine buds,
Who is the power behind Lord Vishnu,
And who by her mercy gave life back to the God of love.

I salute that Goddess who saves people,
Who worship her feet from all troubles,
Who rules over those who seek her protection,
Who is the ocean of mercy,
Who is clad in new cloths,
And who wears ornaments fully inlaid with gems.

I salute her who punishes the pride of Rambha by her dance,
Who has breasts which win the war against big pots,
Who is the mother of Lord Subrahmanya,
Who is embraced by Lord Shiva,
And who killed Shumbha and Nishumbha.

I do not know any one else among Gods,
Who is respectable, who is worshipped by Devas,
Who is the daughter of the Ice Mountain,
Who is the greatest among three worlds,
And who wanders in the forest of the trees of devas.